| Strong on your feet, you were blinded
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| Building up a towar on shaking ground
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| Once in a world full of colors
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| Back to see just ruins there to be found
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| And now you’re falling, crawling
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| Diggin in the broken remains
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| Of what had to be taken for strong
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| Slowly it’s been fading away
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| Come into the painting on the wall
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| So the joker smiles
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| Come into the painting on the wall
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| No more crying
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| Illusions let you in from the rain
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| Follow Mr. Hopkins, get insane
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| Stories are told — wanna hear him
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| Talking from the picture to your head
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| Follow the call of a puppet
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| Led into a black room painted red
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| Where life is painless, brainless
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| You don’t think of broken remains
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| Of what had to be taken for strong
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| Slowly it’s been fading away
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| Look at the picture
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| Point at the child there on the floor
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| Realize that it’s a looking glass |